Phella - Deaf Poetry Jam Pt. 1 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Dammit why Pac died?
No justice for a poet guess Janet and Pac lied
I see the risk ahead but it's not me to not try
So I run and I sweat, oblivious to the threat
Don't know my destination I ain't take no atlas
Not a bump in sight but I stay proactive
Coldest winters, longest summers
Bank statements with the wrongest numbers
Social network abusers, you show your net worth to amuse them
Fight club watchers, nightclub hoppers
Same spandex wearing-name brand dress-wearing
She ain't come to dance, she just glad they staring
She said, "I ain't seen you since high school, heard word that you famous"
I said, "Nah not quite, that's just what the company name was"
"Well you looking good, how bout number exchanging?",
"I'm busy days but I guess I'll take it"
Role reversal, no rehearsal, I saw this movie coming, no commercials
Ex neighborhood-baller transformed to that man
Felt presidential but still the pants sagged
My first lady rocking jeans while we danced, at last

Gimme a second, I swear!